Exit (stage left)
Bags packed.
.........A child in his arms. A bag in Trism's.
....................No plans. They've never needed them, nor have they ever worked out.
Nor.
Candle.
.........
Trism.
....................
Trindle.
His family is with him, the only family he needs. He had other family, but the family he needs, that is another thing entirely.
Entirely.
His hand goes to the handle.
"No place like home?" he asks the door. He exchanges a look with Trism, who nods his head slowly, and with Candle. Yes,
no place like home. They'd be able to live somewhere like that. They'd be able to make a living there, even if it ended up being
Kansas.
"No place like home," he says again, and he opens the door.
And then quietly, so very quietly, more quiet than a disappearing Witch and more inconspicuously than a lifting air balloon, a family leaves the bar which, in a way, is sad... but that it is a family at all makes it ever so much more than any of them could have hoped for.
.........A child in his arms. A bag in Trism's.
....................No plans. They've never needed them, nor have they ever worked out.
Nor.
Candle.
.........
Trism.
....................
Trindle.
His family is with him, the only family he needs. He had other family, but the family he needs, that is another thing entirely.
Entirely.
His hand goes to the handle.
"No place like home?" he asks the door. He exchanges a look with Trism, who nods his head slowly, and with Candle. Yes,
no place like home. They'd be able to live somewhere like that. They'd be able to make a living there, even if it ended up being
Kansas.
"No place like home," he says again, and he opens the door.
And then quietly, so very quietly, more quiet than a disappearing Witch and more inconspicuously than a lifting air balloon, a family leaves the bar which, in a way, is sad... but that it is a family at all makes it ever so much more than any of them could have hoped for.